The River and The Waterfall

The trickle and the creek

Became the river and the waterfall

The River and the waterfall I hear


The holes in the ground

Became pools in themselves

Pools in themselves reflect the sky


The leaves on the trees

Are falling to the floor

To the floor they are coated yellow and brown


Even after the downfall and the thunder

Even after the mist and the clouds


Nothing stops the out pour